Dario Argento’s Deep Red isn’t the first giallo film I’ve seen, but it’s probably the first I’ve really loved. The weirdness in the movie’s tone and pacing, the creativity and otherness of Argento’s direction (I love the interludes in which the camera pans around a variety of small items of personal meaning to the killer), the awkwardly sweet relationship between the protagonists, and Goblin’s funky score blend to become magical insanity. You wouldn’t think a movie about people getting stabbed to death could make a sane person smile so much, but there you go.

Here’s a poem.


Piano keys fall
Hammered strings throb in anguish
Their screams make music